It is the Easter weekend, and rich
Brazil has come
out to play in the Bahia da Ilha Grande, filling the fabulous shore-side houses
and re-commissioning the enormous number of motor yachts which fill the marinas
here.

Having negotiated Mina2’s home for the winter and got all
the documentation in place, we were free to spend our last 36 hours before the
end of our epic cruise. Good Friday morning and we knew that the more
picturesque anchorages would start filling up by lunch time – so an early
start.

First stop were the Ilhas Botinas which are a couple of
postcard pretty tiny side-by-side islands each with a few perfectly positioned
palm trees and surrounded by clear warm water, corals and an abundance of
tropical fish. As it was only 0730 when we arrived, we were the only boat.
Perfect. Down with the dinghy for a Kodak moment, on with the snorkels to swim
in the tropical aquarium, then back onto the boat and weigh anchor for a
Beach.

Ilhas Botinas – all
alone

The DS has a passion for beaches and she had been
complaining that in the country with some of the best of them in the world, she
had enjoyed remarkably few of them. The hot one in the area is
Praia do Dentista (Beach of the
Dentist??) on the south side of Ilha Gipóia. It was 0900 when we slung the
anchor down and there were only three other boats there. We swam ashore, and the
DS was happy walking down the deserted palm-fringed beach, for a while. A couple
of motor boats approached the bay, anchored, and got their ghastly noisy
Scoobidoo’s down and started shooting round the anchorage. The DS was now
unhappy.

“How are we going to swim back to the boat without being
run down? Haven’t they anchored too close to us? Can’t they see the anchorage is
almost full? “

Remarkably we managed to swim back to the boat with all
our limbs intact. Within minutes the horizon was filled with the bow waves of
motor yachts all converging on the anchorage. One by one they winkled their way
in, set their anchors, broke out the beers and cranked up their stereos. Having
persuaded the DS that with no wind and no tide, no one was going to drag their
anchor and cause irreparable damage, we settled down to a morning of
people-watching.By lunchtime,
there were conservatively more than a hundred boats in the anchorage – you could
almost walk across the bay on the decks of plastic. What amazed us was that any
boat over 10ft long had at least one professional crew on board. By the time you
got up to 50 ft, there were half a dozen of them rushing around doing God knows
what. On Mina2, with two Skippers on board, no one does anything.

Praia do Dentista – so many boats you can’t see the
beach

Before we got hemmed in for the night we decided to move
on.But as we went from one
anchorage to another, we found them all full to bursting. Moving round to the
north side if Ilha Gipóia, remarkably we found a delightful anchorage with no
one else there at all. My log says “Anchored in 11m at 22 deg 02.35S 044 deg
21.88W. Only boat. How lucky is that?” We were to find
out.